Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.